Algebra Bride
Qualmishness
Akhmar drove his car while turning the prophet's sholawat which echoed through the car speakers. Aiza sat by her side, while Zahra and Adnan sat in the back seat.
"Aiza, I guess you want to take your sister home?" Zahra started to worry.
Adnan glanced at the girl by his side. His head nodded with support.
"We will have discussed this earlier, brother, all the risks we have to face," replied Aiza.
Zahra finally seemed calmer.
Almost all day they spend time together, even had time to eat packaged rice together in kos-an. Now they decided to go home ready to bear the risks that might arise.
The car turns into a large yard area.
Adnan and Zahra had just gotten out of the car when Ismail's car turned into the yard. Before long the middle-aged man came down and stared intently at Zahra, as well as Adnan.
"Change!" call Zahra then scatter and hug Ismail's feet while sobbing sedan. "Sorry Zahra. Zahra's wrong. Sorry, brother!"
"Never appear before me! You're not my son anymore! I will never forgive you forever! Go you!" Ismail then looked at Adnan. “You too, uncivilized man! How dare you run away girls! what have you been doing Zahra for as long as you took her, huh?”
“Pak, for God's sake, I stayed away from Zahra while with her,” Adnan said with a somewhat huffed expression. How not? Ismail's face is scary.
“Already! You guys get out of front of me! No apologies to you two! Just make it ashamed!” Ismail stepped into the house, pushed in Qanita who had just appeared at the door and immediately closed the door with a strong jolt.
Akhmar who witnessed the incident, immediately ran to the door that had just closed. “That's why, if you keep going, you'll be quick to have a stroke and a heart attack! Expressing anger is a form of throwing garbage in public. Shouldn't we seek God's forgiveness? Even a heaven as vast as heaven and earth is provided only by those who fear, one of whom holds back his anger and forgives the wrongs of the people.”
There is no reply from within. Akhmar knew Ishmael was still behind the door. Because her in-laws' clothes were clamped in the closed door.
“That strong man is not a wrestler, but one who can hold back when angry and forgiving others,” cried Akhmar as he scratched his neck. Akhmar knew he was still clumping behind the door.
“Good talk, anger is a devil's deed. And the devil was created from fire, and the fire can only be extinguished with water, so that, if you are angry, take water abuu aja,” Akhmar continued. His smile is growing. He was sure that his brother would be even more angry because he felt patronized.
“In the Hereafter, God will call upon a man who can resist anger, until God tells him to choose which angel he likes. The women of this world are inferior when compared to the angels of heaven!” again by AKhmar.
The door finally opened.
Shuuut…
The sandals floated, none other than the sandals that Ismail had just removed and he threw them towards Akhmar.
Plaque! The sandals landed on the terrace floor shortly after hovering in the air. Akhmar nimbly twitched until the sandals only hit the air.
“Don't be sassy you lecture me! Your religious science is not comparable to mine!” ismail's bluff is getting emotional.
“Are we not supposed to remind each other, Abah?” Akhmar put on a big smile so Ismail's anger faded.
But not so, precisely the face of the tiger that appeared on that face, serem.
“Stop talking! Don't be your smart ass!” hardik Ismail then again closed the door firmly. Brak!
“Aduh!” Ishmael's voice was complaining of pain. This time Ismail's fingers were clamped after his shirt. The door was not closed perfectly. He closed the door and locked it. This time it worked.
Hm. the quality of parents, days of fury, consequently paid cash with God. Clamp the fingers. Must've hurt. Want to laugh wickedly but fear the ungodly.
Akhmar turned his head back, looking at Aiza who could only grin at the pain of seeing her big brother's finger clasped the door closed with a strong jolt. Somehow that feels, it must be really painful.
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